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failed-alchemy.livejournal.com

*talking more to himself than anyone else*

....I hope I never have another dream like that for as long as I live. However long that is...

find-shamballa.livejournal.com

*He is sprawled out on the ground, barely awake...only to wake up almost instantly, eyes wide and staring around the area, almost in shock.*

........?

Wh-what...? This...

Did I...

Don't tell me that...

...Not again...

flowing-alchemy.livejournal.com

I'm...outside?

*Hands up, a bit, as if feeling the air against them - he's got quite a few bandages over his face (mostly his eyes, though), and is wearing a leather collar*

can-i-keep-it.livejournal.com

Nii-san....

Why...

Why is this date carved into your pocketwatch?

Current Mood: curious

nearerthesun.livejournal.com

Okay, so I found this convenience store calling itself "Canada", whatever that means.

And they sell milk in bags. What the hell?! Milk's bad enough on its own, but what sane person would pour it out of a bag?!

a-souls-shell.livejournal.com

[Scritch-scratch. Scrape-rub. On go the sounds of an artist toiling away, echoing through the little corner of a tavern this one has stolen.

He probably won't realize anyone's around; considering how engrossed this one is in drawing...well, ~~someone~~ from memory.

Careful though. There's a grab bag of suprise reactions waiting for people who approach him; condering this one has some fairly unique and atypical ties or alienations from people.

Care to risk it?]

daskindwartot.livejournal.com

I-I have a favour to ask...

Would anyone be willing to give up some blood?

I-it's...it's important.

failed-alchemy.livejournal.com

*Ed has had a crappy twenty-four hours. He's been bitten by a vampire Alfons, woke up in a strange place with no memory of what happened, got horrendously sunsick, and has been hiding under the covers of his bed for the rest of the day and most of the evening, fighting what's left of his nausea and putting up with weird aches and pains...predominantly in his upper jaw.

He also has a bit of a fever, so left the window open, with the curtains closed. Yay easy entrance?*

failed-alchemy.livejournal.com

*yes this is the same Ed that the vamp!Alfons ended up taking too much from. No he isn't supposed to be out of bed, or away from Alfons. Yes he's starting to feel the effects of what happened to him--i.e. he's feeling slightly hungry already, but more importantly sick as a dog because a.) his body is still adjusting, and b.) it's adjusted enough to where sunlight is starting to equal bad.*

Uggh... *staggers a little, leaning against the nearest wall to avoid falling over* Why the hell...why did he...

What did he do to me...?

failed-alchemy.livejournal.com

*kicks a can angrily down the street as he walks along. It's well into the evening, but he's restless and bored. REALLY bored. Feel free to poke him.*

poorsoul.livejournal.com

*Maes is still unable to walk and confined to his bed. He's looking at a calender in his hands intently...This WOULD be the right date in the human calender right?*

fletcher-gundam.livejournal.com

I think I might have a solution to this problem, I mean, of getting out of here. Lessee.. I need lots of metal..and I need Alfons' fuel formula. I'm sure I can improve on it somehow..

Current Mood: creative

siehatdornen

"Alfons is dying" this and "Alfons is dying" that... is that all anyone can think about? The answer is obvious: We drag him away from his goddamned rockets, by force if need be.

Who's with me?

failed-alchemy.livejournal.com

I....

*sighs, wondering how to put this*

I don't want Alfons to die. The one who's...who's with Pride. He can't die...I won't let him. He doesn't deserve that...

Please, if...if anyone knows a way to heal him or cure his illness...

I'll do anything. Whatever it takes..

poorsoul.livejournal.com

*he's in pain. so much pain.

Curled up in a fetal position, Maes lays on his side, tears streaming from his eyes. They hurt. His legs. They hurt so much.

All he'd been doing was walking. Even though his legs hurt so badly this morning when he got up, he risked taking a walk. Even though they got worse and worse with each step and he started to stumble he kept walking. Now he had collapsed, his legs in too much pain to walk, and nothing else to do but curl up and try to deal with the pain.

But that wasn't easy. The were backlashing. The sea witch had never intended for Maes to be a human for more than 3 days, and legs wanted to be a tail again. The nerves were going to go nuts until that happened...*

icarusreference.livejournal.com

Emptiness is all I have.

corrupted-steel.livejournal.com

Am I just supposed to take this lying down? This dying shit and everything? I have immortality and I don't fucking want it when everyone I don't want to die dies and -

Can't...anyone ~~except for the Dimensional Witch~~ do something? Any doctors? People from that Xing place? Hell, even mages and magic folk? Anyone know how to cure my Alfons?

~~Please?~~

I know full well the law of equivalent exchange.

Current Mood: distressed

diedinafire.livejournal.com

~~How many times am I going to have to repeat this sentence?~~

Alfons, can we talk?

bibliospazz.livejournal.com

[she's standing behind the bookstore counter stack of books to her left, one in hand, occasionally watching people as they wander into the store]

... I hate having to edit my way through a book.

[groans and places the rather poorly written- technically speaking- book of folklore down.]

faithlesselric.livejournal.com

*Edward was sitting on a bench, head tilted back to stare skyward at nothing in particular. If anyone noticed him, they might think he was looking at the stars. He'd left while Roy was still at the inn to 'find a job' hours ago. In truth, Ed preferred not having a job, the inn was free, the food there was free, and it gave him more time to gather information about the place, and just what the hell was going on here.*

Is anyone else even bothering to find a way home, anymore? Or have they all given up? I don't want to spend the rest of my life here... I have to get back to Al, I have things to do- I still need to fix things..

*Seeming to realize he was rambling to himself, Ed sat forward, scrubbing at his face with gloved hands.* This place is driving me crazy. I need to get out of here...

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It's high time for...ANOTHER ALFONS OMG

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.....Today This Ends.....

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[locked to any and all vampires. And corrupted_steel can come too. <3]

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Pretend this was made earlier on the 28th :|

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[Locked from nemoubliepas, hei_anbeterin, and chibinoa even though she doesn't know her]

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she's actually doing her job... sort of.

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